...meglio cambiare!

Ragauz..non so voi ma il post di sboronzero(che non ho letto ma "guardato!"hihihi)ha rotto le palluccie de todos(:-p),perciò meglio cambiare scenario.Per introdurre un nuovo argomento vi dico che oggi pome ho comprato un libro a proposito di Kubrick molto interessante,che mi ha fatto risparmiare ben 134.99 euro.Perchè?

Perchè alla Feltrinelli in piazza Duomo ho scovato un libro da collezionisti,edito dalla Taschen,titolato "the stanley kubrick archives" ricco di foto,citazioni nonchè curiosità su tutti i film di maggior culto del regista.Un enorme album di ricordi ed immagini del "poeta visivo"..insomma una meraviglia...peccato che sia venduto ad un miserabile prezzo di 150.00 euro!eh già,non è uno scherzo!oltre a questo vi posso dire che mi ha fatto tanto piacere sentire tutti voi nella stanza che abbiamo creato su messenger ieri sera:siamo ritornati ai bei tempi,solo la scena è cambiata :invece dei divanetti del beach,siamo passati ai pixel dello schermo...però..niente male ,soprattutto ora che la tecnologia ci ha proposto un nuovo strabiliante prodotto:microsoft Vista...gli appassionati "appleisti"tra di noi non saranno affatto d'accordo,ma io a proposito non ho voce in capitolo!

Per concludere vi lascio con una delle molteplici citazioni cinematografiche che attirano molto il mio interesse ultimamente (sotto l'influenza del Regista-Ragazzo di Chino),direttamente da

"Good will hunting" -Genio ribelle-

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?